"Your brother, huh. The one bringing you roses."
Heh...
Nelson Cooper let out a cold, mocking laugh as he watched the black Maybach slowly disappear into the distance.
Probably the same 'dear brother' she's been happily chatting with the second her phone turned on this morning.
He kept staring in that direction for a while, eyes fixed, cold covering his face.
Inside the car, not once did anyone even look back at him.
Claire liked roses.
At first, it was just the daydream of a girl with a crush—hoping someone might give her a rose. Just one would've meant the world.
But when nothing ever came, the obsession started to take root. And when no one ever gave her a single flower, she began giving them to herself instead.
If no one else would love her—why not just lov
